In the past two days, I have experienced a series of things from bad to good, and from good to bad.

After losing the decisive battle with the outsiders, I lost contact with the tribe and set out on my own to flee back to the tribe.

The first two days I spent in fear were told by the constant flow of outsiders, the ubiquitous flies, and the often visible corpses of my fellow tribesmen that I had told me that the difficulty of this escape was either success or death.

Even at night, sometimes I can't sleep peacefully, for fear that I will be pulled out and killed by the sudden appearance of the enemy.

But gradually, I also mastered the rules of the enemy's movements, so that I could better protect myself.

Except for the night attack on the first night, the enemy is pursued during the day. Without the guidance of flies, they also only search in valley areas. Flies, on the other hand, are really annoying, but as long as they hide in the shadows of vegetation, they can be out of sight.

In this way, from the third day onwards I began to move to the hills, and for most of the night and day I hid myself to rest, and it was only at dawn and twilight that I quickly moved from one hill to the other and headed south, taking advantage of the looseness of the outsiders.

On the afternoon of the third day, I was surprised to find a few surviving warriors from my tribe.

I found them through feces, and each tribe member's urine and feces have a distinct smell of their own tribe, so our race likes to mark territorial boundaries with urine and feces.

When I noticed the smell of feces from my fellow tribe, I was so excited that I searched around for fresh feces, despite the fact that the sun had not yet set in the west, and despite the fact that there were patrols of outsiders who had not yet withdrawn.

Sure enough, in a hidden crevice in the rock, I found the Broken Leg, the Giant, and four other warriors.

Among them, only the broken leg and the other warrior belonged to my tribe, and only the giant himself was left in the giant tribe, and the other three warriors were all from other tribes.

The moment I appeared, they were so vigilant that they almost got into a fight with me in the chaos.

After recognizing me, Broken Leg, the Giant, and another warrior from my tribe excitedly came up to communicate with me. They were frightened for days, and they saw too many of their people dying, but they didn't expect to see me now, still alive.

Broken Leg told me that on the day of the decisive battle, they were separated from me, and that forty or fifty warriors from my tribe, the Giant tribe, and several other tribes were surrounded together.

The situation was already precarious, outsiders were fiercely besmoking, and soldiers were dying every moment. But the outsiders suddenly withdrew from the encirclement and hurried to the center (because the hill warriors broke through the enemy's middle and posed a great threat).

The remaining twenty or so fighters immediately withdrew from the battlefield.

They returned to the assembly site under the leadership of the giants, who were the only chief warriors in them.

Some of the scattered warriors have gathered at the assembly site, and they are regrouping at the assembly site, some tribes intend to return to the battle, and some tribes feel that they have made enough contributions to wait for the outcome of the battlefield.

However, the final assembly site was not greeted by the victory of victory, but by the army of outsiders who followed behind.

Most of the remaining warriors and the local tribesmen at the assembly site died after a fierce battle, and the giant, with a broken leg, led seven or eight warriors to escape again.

For several days, they fled along the valley, but were often confronted by enemy patrols. If it weren't for the giant's own amazing combat power, the small team of outsiders would not have been able to stop her at all, and I am afraid that this small team of escapees would have been wiped out long ago.

Even so, the small team was on the verge of collapse - the number of surviving warriors was dwindling, the rest were wounded, and even the giants were blind in one eye.

My presence gave hope to the small team, and I told them that I had a way to survive. So, the wounded giant said that I would lead the team.

I led the team to continue to hide during the day, and after a small day of worry, it finally ushered in dusk.

We then quickly moved to the south of the hill, moved a short distance before the sun finally set, and found camp.

We also caught an inchworm larva on an arbor near the campsite on the hill, and the hungry warriors finally filled their stomachs and replenished their strength.

For the next two days, we continued to operate at dawn and dusk, although the pace of progress was very slow, and it was estimated that it would take us half a month to return to my tribe.

But this way of moving was very safe, the fighters had food, regained their strength, and their injuries were getting better little by little.

In the course of the operation, we also gradually gathered some scattered fugitive kindred. These fugitives were having a hard time, and when they saw that we had food, they joined us and were willing to obey my command for the time being.

I don't really want to absorb too many of my kindred people together, I know the annoyance and danger of flies from outsiders, and such a large team is bound to not be like a small army, which can hide in time before the flies are discovered.

But I can't refuse the help of my clan, everyone was still a comrade-in-arms who shared life and death before, and I couldn't ignore it if it was reasonable.

In this way, I gathered fifty-two warriors of the same clan around me, and although many of them were wounded, they were also a force to be reckoned with.

Although I am the chief warrior of my tribe, I have never commanded so many warriors, and this scale is equivalent to the strength of some larger tribes.

The tribe was large and soon had problems. Due to the group action, we did not dare to scatter the hunt too much, and we did not catch much food. If it is a small unit, it is enough to eat, but with such a large army, the prey will barely survive.

As a result, some fighters who had joined before expressed their dissatisfaction.

And that's not even the worst of it.

Although the warriors who joined all expressed their willingness to obey my command for the time being, among the fifty-two warriors, in addition to the giants, there were also four chief warriors, and they still had their own supporters around them, and they often acted on their own.

On the sixth day, a few warriors took the initiative to attack a small group of outsiders, killing several enemies and rescuing three of their fellow men who were about to be executed.

I soon learned that I had no objection to rescuing my kindred, but it was irrational to take the initiative to provoke outsiders. In particular, I learned that several outsiders had taken advantage of the chaos to escape, which only intensified my fears.

Of the three people who were rescued, two were wounded or died, and the other joined the supporters of the chief warrior who rescued her.

In this way, the size of our ranks increased to fifty-four fighters.

The next day, I felt a sudden increase in the number of flies in the sky......